Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“It’s not too bad for me,” I add. “I only knew her really well when we were kids. She is three years older than me, and when she was old enough to start sneaking out, I didn’t see her too much. She was always trying to get away from our family by then. It was worse seeing what it did to my parents.”
He wears a serious expression like when we were sitting at dinner and he was stressing about whether he was going to win Steven’s approval.
“Your poor parents. A convict and a gay in the family,” he teases.
He’s trying to make light of the situation, but it stirs up yet another sore subject.
“I’m not out to them, so—”
His eyes widen. “What? Really?”
“God, no. My sister was always causing enough trouble as it was. I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. They have enough stress to deal with already.”
His gaze drifts, and it looks like he’s thinking very hard about something. I can’t imagine it’s about my family, though.
“So, I’m assuming you’re out to your family?” I ask.
“They found out the hard way. I fought it for a long time, and then finally, in college, I had my own place. I was like, ‘Fuck it.’ There was no way for my parents to find out, so I worked up the courage to set up a Grindr account. I found this hot frat guy at Tech. Had the biggest fucking cock, too.”
“Bigger than yours?” I ask.
“It was insanely big. Like I don’t think I had reasonable expectations for guys after messing around with him.”
“Oh my God.”
“I invited him over. Soon we were making out on the couch, taking off each other’s clothes. I must not have locked the door or something because I don’t even remember hearing it. Just turning and seeing Mom and Dad standing there, staring at me in horror. Like they were watching me kill someone. My dad lost his shit. He kicked the guy out, and my parents just started going off on me. Said they worked too hard to set me up with a good life for me to fuck it up like that. That what I was doing was wrong. They’re both very Southern Baptist, so they saw that as sin. My dad did, at least. Mom was more concerned about it not fitting the pretty little image she’d worked so hard to construct for our family. They said I needed to do right or end up on the streets. From that moment on, I decided I’d never take another dime from them. That I didn’t need their fucking help. Not if it came with the price of me being someone other than who I really was.”
His jaw is tense, his gaze severe, as though he’s looking back at that time of his life with judgment and contempt.
I’m surprised. I figured he didn’t come from a lot of money, which was why he needed to work so hard to convince Steven to invest in him. I never would have thought he came from money but pulled away from it because his parents were such assholes.
“Sorry,” I say. “That’s a shitty way for your parents to find out.”
“It worked out for the best. I’d rather it have happened like that so I could change my life for the better than to keep on living that lie.”
“Don’t know that you’ve completely given up on lies,” I say.
“True.” His lips twist into his dimple. Then he smirks. “But at least now I get all the dick I want.”
He grabs my cock in my boxers and leans forward. I think he’s about to kiss me, but he licks my lips.
He laughs and leans back, a broad smile stretching across his face.
“On that note, I better head out.”
He rolls off the bed. I sit up as he hunts for his clothes. When he finds his pants and underwear, he slides into them before he approaches me, planting his palms on the mattress. I lean into him, and we kiss again.
He grabs the rest of his clothes and as he finishes tying his shoes, says, “Don’t forget we have a fundraiser to discuss. I’ll see you at the gym tomorrow, Superass.”
16
Travis
I push my thumbs into the shoulder muscles of my last client for the day and try to work out the knot there. Gary and I are supposed to meet at my place this evening to talk about the fundraiser. What a fucking mess. I don’t know how in the hell we got ourselves into this situation, but when I think about it, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.
I obviously enjoy fucking him. To my surprise, I like spending time with him as well.
He’s…a good man. There’s no two ways about it. Agreeing to help me with the fundraiser is fucking huge. He doesn’t have to do that. It’s going above and beyond grabbing a meal together so his ex will see us. I’m not sure many people would go as far.